This one is for the boys with the boomin' system
Top down AC with the coolin' system
When he come up in the club, he be blazin' up
Got stacks on deck like he savin' up

And he ill, he real, he might got a deal
He pop bottles and he got the right kinda bill
He cold, he dope, he might sell coke
He always in the air but he never fly coach

He a mutha ♥♥♥♥♥♥' trip trip
Sailor on the ship ship
When he make it drip drip
Kiss him on the lip lip